Mo Hua was somewhat surprised, "You still remember me?" In Jia Ren's eyes, flames of rage flickered as he gritted his teeth and said, "You damn little devil, even if you turned into ashes, I would recognize you…" Beside them, Gu Changhuai was also taken aback and asked Mo Hua, "What did you do to him? Why does he hate you so much?" This Jia Ren, who usually looked indifferent to life and death like minced meat, exploded like he had been rolled through hot oil on seeing Mo Hua… Mo Hua frowned, puzzled, "I really don't know…" He recalled for a moment: "That mission was handled by Senior Sister Murong and Senior Brother Feng; they caught him. I just tagged along, helped with a bit of 'insignificant' assistance, not sure why he hates me so much…" "I guess he bullies the weak and fears the strong, can't beat the senior brother and sister, sees I'm young, with low cultivation, so he targets me…" Gu Changhuai looked unconvinced. Hearing this, Jia Ren spat out a mouthful of blood, "You, you…" But upon seeing his "enemy," he was so enraged that his mind went blank, and he couldn't even speak. Mo Hua didn't show him courtesy, threw the "iron plate" on the ground, and commanded, "Kneel down…" Just as he said this, Mo Hua paused, suddenly remembering. The first "victim" of this iron plate was none other than this "Jia Ren." Back then, his figure was that of a large man. Unfortunately, at that time, his skills were not refined, and the iron plate was crudely made. So Jia Ren kneeled on the iron plate, gritting his teeth, not uttering a word. When asked by Mo Hua if it "hurt", he just glared with fiery eyes like he does now, but wouldn't give in. Mo Hua had a deep impression. Since then, Mo Hua made it his goal to "improve" the iron plate, iterating and refining over and over. Striving to have the Sin Cultivators kneeling on the iron plate to "confess leniently," telling the truth. And now, the opportunity had come again, fate had arrived once more… Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he said to Jia Ren, "Hurry, kneel again…" "This iron plate, since you last kneeled on it, I've changed the formation many times, improved it a lot…" "Now kneel again, see if there's any difference from the first time you kneeled?" "How does it feel specifically?" "Do you feel an urge to tell the truth?" Mo Hua's tone carried a bit of curiosity, a bit of naivety, and some sincerity. But not a single trace of mockery. Yet blood vessels began to emerge in Jia Ren's eyes. Gu Changhuai sighed and immediately understood why Jia Ren hated Mo Hua so much. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 It was as if he harbored a deep-seated grudge akin to that of a patricidal vengeance, wishing to devour Mo Hua alive. He even felt quite understandable. This pesky kid really could infuriate someone to death. However, Gu Changhuai was also curious about the effect of this "iron plate." So, he grabbed Jia Ren's shoulders, disregarding his struggle, and forced him to kneel on Mo Hua's "iron plate." Upon touching the iron plate, the formation was instantly activated. Mo Hua's formation modification this time returned to simplicity, not mingling with the Eight Trigrams Array, but purely relied on the Five Elements Formation, cycles of Generation and Restraint creating a Compound Formation. Similar to the basic principle of the "Killing Formation" in the Five Elements Slaughter Demon Great Formation. But much smaller in scale. And the purpose was not to "take life" but for the Five Elements cycle, bestowing different types of spiritual power pain sensations. Golden Needle, Wood Poison, Water Torture, Fire Burn, Earth Suffocation. Five Elements deepening, cycles of torment. And to avoid the flaws of being too rigid breaking easily, or too painful causing fainting, this Five Elements Torture Formation was designed to be milder in pain sensation. Emphasizing the slow slicing of a blunt knife. First few cuts, then gradually deepening the pain, wearing down the will of the Sin Cultivators, making them drop their defenses, confessing… Thinking of this, Mo Hua sighed. He was indeed a good-hearted Cultivator at heart. But these Sin Cultivators, one worse than the other, and all stubbornly tight-lipped. Forcing him, with no other choice, to research such punitive formations. He was really helpless… Mo Hua sighed internally. Then, immediately focused his keen gaze, observing Jia Ren's reaction. As soon as Jia Ren kneeled, although showing anger, his face looked normal, and it even carried a trace of disdain as he looked at Mo Hua, snorting coldly. As if to say, is this all? This is what you improved? The more you improve, the worse it gets. But soon, his expression changed. As the pain deepened gradually, and the Five Elements Formation cycled through different layers, rich and detailed tortures continuously tormented his flesh. And bit by bit, wore down his will. After a short while, Jia Ren's face turned deathly pale. Like drinking strong liquor. Soft at the entry, but with a ferociously strong aftereffect. A tremor-inducing pain shot straight to his forehead. Jia Ren's expression twisted, his body trembling like a sieve. But this pain, hovering at the edge of limits, made him want to faint, yet he couldn't pass out, only able to drown in the sea of suffering, struggling bitterly… Watching this, Gu Changhuai's eyelids twitched. Taoist Court's "torture" was not nonexistent. He had also used various torture devices. But such a torture device, mild yet cruel and creatively designed, he had truly never seen before… This kid Mo Hua, seemingly innocent-faced, but too crafty on the inside… "How does it feel?" Mo Hua asked crisply. As if he had prepared a dish and was asking about its taste… "Little devil, one day, I will kill… ah—"